She snickered. “Seriously, Fox? Jealous much?”
Maybe he was too wound up for this conversation. He let his hand bury itself in the back of her hair, gripping it hard. She gasped, and her expression again turned into a haze of submissive desire.
“You’re going to call whoever else you’re seeing and tell them it’s over.”
When she nodded, he brought his mouth down on hers, trying to erase the memory of any other man from her mind.
She pulled away, gasping, but only to unfasten his seatbelt. Her hands fumbled at his jeans, trying to get them undone.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t even like flowers,” she mumbled.
Before he could reply, his cock sprang free of his jeans, and she leaned over the console and took his length deep into her hot mouth. She sucked, and the exquisite torture of it made him clench his fist in her hair. A moan escaped her, and he froze at the sensation. He reached behind her, wrapping his hand between her legs, his fingers toying with her clit through her thin panties while the heel of his hand pressed and vibrated on the plug. She cried out, but the sound was muffled on his cock. His balls tightened painfully and he lost control, exploding into her mouth just as her own orgasm wracked her body with huge shudders. She started to choke, swallowing the hours of his frustration while she came, sobbing, struggling to breathe. By the time she pulled off of him, they were both splattered with his come. Her grimace made him chuckle as he untangled his hand from her hair.
“Some of that went up my nose, you bastard.”
“And whose fault is that? You need to learn to swallow faster.”
She laughed self-consciously. “I was too busy coming to worry about the mess. It was all very sudden.”
He stripped off his T-shirt and wiped her face and part of her hair with it, then cleaned off his stomach and jammed the shirt into an empty grocery bag he found on the floor, before he buttoned his jeans.
Unfortunately, the twist of possessiveness hadn’t faded with the orgasm. “So are we exclusive or not?”
“I haven’t been with anyone other than you in at least a year,” she admitted.
She hadn’t? Every muscle in his body relaxed, and he could feel the post-orgasm buzz settling over him. Knowing her, she’d make him want her again in a few minutes.
“No?”
“Not even to go on a date.” She grinned then buckled her seatbelt.
The grin tipped him off. She’d been fucking with him. Little bitch. He’d make her pay for that later.
“You like making me jealous?” he growled.
“Uh-huh.”
“Why?”
“It’s hot.” She winked. “And it also means you think I’m worth keeping.”
Chapter 13
Fox’s car slid to a stop in his driveway, leaving Addison with the breathless fear he’d crash them into the front of his house. He jumped out, leaving the door ajar, and the motor running.
Holy shit.
He opened her door and yanked her unceremoniously out of the car. She gasped, the plug in her ass moving disturbingly within her at the sudden movement. Before she could process the feeling, he shoved her back against the car’s body. Wildness stared back at her, more lupine than human. Was this when she was going to find out he was a werewolf? She resisted the urge to check the sky for a full moon.
His hungry mouth came down on hers, and his hands fumbled with the hem of her dress, tugging it upward until it bunched under her armpits. Reaching behind her, he unfastened her bra, and pulled it out of the way, her breasts freed into the spill of brilliance from the house’s floodlights. He cupped them and lifted them higher, torturing her sensitive nipples with his teeth. For a moment, she worried someone might see them from the window, but the hot, greedy feel of his mouth on her stole the last of her objections.
They made out for a few minutes until she was ready to beg for him to take her right there, but before they went that far he grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the house.
“Wait!” she balked, trying to yank her dress back down one-handed.
“Leave it,” he barked.